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My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 395
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Camille's tone sharpened as she continued, “These two are working together. That one even tried stirring the

pot, framing Carrie as Albin’s mistress to create a scandal.”

Kristopher shifted his gaze slowly, directing it at Albin with a calm intensity. Albin felt an icy shiver crawl down

his spine.

He raised his hands in a panicked gesture, stumbling over his words. “Kristopher, this is ridiculous! I've got

nothing to do with her. My interactions with Carrie are as innocent as they come. | only stepped in because she

was being treated unfairly!”

Kristopher’s expression didn’t waver, his voice steady and tinged with faint scorn. “I know.”

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Relieved, Albin let out a breath and even managed a smug smile. “I knew you'd see through this nonsense. You

know what kind of man I—"

“She’s not interested in you,” Kristopher interrupted flatly.

The rest of Albin’s sentence choked in his throat. His face darkened, and he glanced around, convinced that the

others were suppressing laughter at his expense.

Trying to salvage his pride, he mumbled under his breath, “Kristopher, seriously? In front of all these people? A

little respect wouldn't hurt, you know.”

Camille, sensing an opportunity, hooked her arm playfully around Albin’s neck and drove the nail further in.

“You're really out of touch with reality, aren't you? Kristopher just called it as he sees it. Choosing someone like

you is purely charity on my part. The least you could do is behave like a gentleman from now on.”

Meanwhile, the sales associate lurking in the corner, who thought she'd escaped the worst of it, suddenly found

herself being called out. She panicked, rushing forward and pointing a trembling finger at her co-worker, who

was already being hauled away. She said, “I swear, it wasn’t me! She's the one who orchestrated this whole

thing! Mrs. Norris, you've got to believe me. | even told her not to judge customers by their appearance!”

Hearing that, the other sales associate, already halfway out the door, spun on her heel and spat back

venomously, “Oh, give it a rest, you snake! You're just jealous of my sales record and would love to seefired.

Let's pull the surveillance footage, shall we? Let Mr. Norris see exactly how two-faced you are!”

The room erupted as the two women launched into a chaotic shouting match, their bickering escalating into a

public spectacle. Both Carrie and Camille instinctively took a cautious step back, as if dodging an imminent

explosion. The CEO's face darkened like a brewing storm, his patience snapping. He barked at the security

guards, “Get them out of my sight! Haven't we had enough disgrace for one day?”

Without wasting a moment, the guards dragged the squabbling women out. Once the store was blissfully quiet

again, the CEO turned to Carrie. “Mrs. Norris, please allow us to make amends. Purchase a single item, and I'll

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add a gift worth up to a hundred thousand as our sincere apology.”

The CEO had already pieced together what had unfolded.

He knew Carrie's eyes were on the priciest item in the store—a rare, limited-edition pen rumored to have caught

Kristopher’s attention as well. Offering a hundred-thousand-dollar gift was a small price to pay to salvage the

situation.

Carrie, naturally, wasn’t going to pass up such a generous offer. Flashing a polite smile, she made her way to the

counter to browse. Her eyes landed on a white pen with a sleek, minimalist design. It lacked the ostentatious

diamond embellishments of the others but had an understated elegance she found appealing. She glanced at

the price tag—thirty thousand.

Perfect for Daxton. A thirty-thousand-dollar pen, plus a bonus gift worth a hundred thousand. The irony wasn’t

lost on her; the earlier humiliation had turned into a windfall. This was easier money than a month of hard work.